Miles was
again flapping his wings. Fragments of his peroration floated through
her bewildered brain.... "A rich harvest of hallowed memories.... A
sanctified hour to which, in moments of trial, your thoughts will
prayerfully return.... And now, O Lord, let us humbly and fervently give
thanks for this blessed day of reunion, here in the old home to which we
have come back from so far. Preserve it to us, O Lord, in times to come,
in all its homely sweetness--in the kindliness and wisdom of its old
people, in the courage and industry of its young men, in the piety and
purity of this group of innocent girls----" He flapped a white wing in
their direction, and at the same moment Lambert Sollas, with his fierce
nod, struck the opening bars of "Auld Lang Syne." ...Charity stared
straight ahead of her and then, dropping her flowers, fell face downward
at Mr. Royall's feet.
XIV
NORTH DORMER'S celebration naturally included the villages attached to
its township, and the festivities were to radiate over the whole group,
from Dormer and the two Crestons to Hamblin, the lonely hamlet on the
north slope of the Mountain where the first snow always fell.
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